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Although the saury can't satisfy the two blood babies, but there is no problem with the big skewers of barbecue, although the temple is not full, fortunately, they have countless delicacies, after Liu Zhenzhen's father coaxed for a long time, the second and third young finally reluctantly agreed to eat grilled fish temporarily, on the condition that the father will tell a hundred stories in the evening, according to the second and third young people, in the jade city,.

Liu Zhenzhen really hated Tang Belkina to death, except for a bunch of yellow jokes in her belly, she couldn't find any stories, but she had to promise first.

Squeezed into the crowd of people on the third floor and the outer three floors, Liu Zhenzhen was overjoyed to find that this body of porcupine skin can always allow him to take a lot of advantage, and when he saw an uncle full of spikes wanting to come in, the first reaction of the diners who were originally around the outside of the Fei Leng Cui merchant group was to dodge the gap first, so as not to be pierced and didn't know where to go to the witch doctor.

"Four grilled trout! Don't stuff herbs, I'm going to add peppers! Huh............ "Liu Zhenzhen was only in front of the grill, waving the eye-smoking charcoal smoke with his hand, and talked a lot, but found that there were only a few Medusa and butterfly maids on the barbecue stall who were busy sweating, even if he knew that the boss was speaking, at this time, several maids were busy with their feet and did not touch the ground, and no one had time to pay attention to him, and the main force of cooking food, the Hobbit halfling chef, was not there.

Lao Liu looked at it again, only to find that two hobbit halflings were lying on a reclining chair not far away, one holding a plate in his hand, which was full of yellow roasted pheasant necks, and a glass of rum on the table next to him. There was a row of cool droplets of water hanging from the cup, apparently chilled with ice beads, and the two halfling chefs were eating with their mouths full of oil, chatting with each other. The fat stilts are tall, with a tuft of black hair at the bottom of the footboard, and shakes comfortably twice from time to time.

"What are you doing?" Liu Zhenzhen stared at the chicken's neck and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with relish, and scolded the two chefs: "Didn't you see the business coming to the door? You two are actually playing on the sidelines? ”

"We've got to have a sixth dinner!" Seeing the boss say this, the two hobbit halflings slowly straightened up from the recliner and said a little aggrieved, but after seeing the boss's gaze, their first reaction was to cover their plates first and hide a plate of chicken necks in their arms.

Many races in the Aegean continent are unbelievable to hobbit halflings who eat six meals a day, but they don't know it. Hobbit halflings are similarly inconceivable to other races that eat only three meals a day.

What could be more important to a hobbit halfling than enjoying a meal six times a day?

"By the way, boss, someone just came looking for you,! Guards of the Imperial Palace. Wearing a golden uniform, handsome to death! The halfling chef squeezed his eyes at the boss: "Seeing that they are very arrogant, I almost beat them on the spot!" But he was stopped by Fat Luo. ”

"Oh? Palace guards? You're going to beat them up? Hehe............ you blow............ You keep eating. When you're done, grill four trout, the biggest and fattest. Liu Zhenzhen raised his eyebrows: "But the fish roe in it is not allowed to be eaten by Guoguo and two or three less!" Children will die stupid in their lives if they eat fish roe, and I will leave all the fish roe for me to eat, give them one, and I will pick up your land and go to Mengda Drum when I come back! ”

"Feudal superstition." The two halflings muttered in a low voice. took over the three princes thrown by the lord.

The surrounding Beamon finally recognized who this porcupine pig pig was, and pointed at Liu Zhenzhen for a while.

Liu Zhenzhen bowed politely to these Beamons, maintained his perfect demeanor, flicked his big sleeves and walked through the square, walking in the direction of the bar. The porcupine skin shaman's robe was very hot, and Liu Zhenzhen, who was holding back, was smoking, and wanted to turn around and ask the halfling chef to take an ice bead and put it on his body to drive away the heat, but he felt that it was not suitable for a Divine Comedy shaman to turn back, and under the vanity, Liu Zhenzhen had to wipe the sweat on his head and continue to walk forward.

Along the way, many of the Vigilante militiamen were wandering around, and a few of them were still happily chatting with the Templars in the main temple of Shabak, and when they saw the lord returning, the militiamen all pointed with their thumbs in the direction of the bar and inn, and there was a lot of trouble in their eyes.

Liu Zhenzhen secretly thought in his heart what the guards in the palace would do at this time, provoking? Apologize?

None of them seem likely. When he and the prince fought, Helen and Mo'er were in the palace, but Liu Zhenzhen didn't worry too much about them, with Mo'er and Gabriel's demon butterfly, the Beamon Kingdom might not be able to hurt them both, and the two of them really wanted to come out, and Mo'er couldn't stop the dragon with her instantaneous magic ability alone.

Lao Liu was thinking wildly in his heart, and saw Bellamy and Nedved standing at the door of the bar from a distance, Bellamy was holding a pile of inferior clay figurines in his arms, squatting on the ground and smiling happily, while Nedved was holding an inferior bow in his hand and a bag of miscellaneous feather arrows between his legs, constantly pulling strings and firing arrows at a black and dirty linen twenty paces away.

The patched linen was held up by two wooden sticks, and the translucent bladders of the rows of young sand beasts were tied to them with fine hemp ropes, and they all blew up and swelled into a gourd-like shape, and he didn't see how Nedved could take aim, and he heard the bladders of the sand beasts on the shabby black cloth on the opposite side "crackle" and burst into a piece.

The owner of this shooting booth is a Beamon of the Wosu clan, and his face is as stiff as a mahjong tile at this time. The Weasels of the Voucer tribe have always had a prominent reputation among Beamon, lustful and greedy for money, despicable and cunning, and fond of farting, and have never been liked; What's even more odious is that their conduct is really bad to the root, every year on March 4, the day of the arrival of the Beamon Feast, the Wosu people like to go to prostitute the chicken prostitutes of the Chikyin tribe in groups, not only do not give money, but also think that they are "New Year's greetings", in the ancient Beamon custom————, all walks of life do not collect money on the day of the Feast of the Gods, take the "Birthday of the God of War". The world is the same", but this custom has already changed now, and the festival is to be celebrated, but it is absolutely impossible for all walks of life not to collect money. Everyone knows the truth of "don't kick the singles' bowl, don't make money from black bitches", and it's no wonder that the Wosuo people do this, and it's no wonder that their reputation is as stinky as their fart.

The Wasseurs belong to the vassals of the Wolf Clan, although they are also Wolf by name, but the Wolf Clan firmly believes that the weasel with bad character is obviously a weasel, where is the noble Wolf, and the Skunk people of the Quink clan, although the clan is small, but also hard, and also refuses to admit that the weasel with an indecent character belongs to the Weasel Clan.

Liu Zhenzhen approached. Nedved had already ejaculated the dense inflatable bladder, and Bellamy laughed as he grabbed the clay puppet on the ground as a prize in his arms.

"Don't let me continue to hang balloons! Hurry up, hurry up! Nedved waved his bow at the boss of the shooting stall, urging again and again.

"You're embarrassed too!" Liu Zhenzhen was angry and funny: "It's not easy for others to make a living." What are you doing so much to dismantle people's desks? ”

Bellamy smiled and threw away a clay figurine, Liu looked at it with shock, raised his head and gritted his teeth and yelled at Nedved: "Mom, b!" Pavel. Sell this kid's to Fei Lengcui to pay off the debt! ”

I can't help but be angry with Lao Liu, this clay figurine puppet is a pair of women and men under the living spring palace, that's all, but the heroes and heroines of this living spring palace are still Pigs, although the firing method is rough. But the handiwork is exquisite, the happy expressions on the faces of this man and woman are extremely vivid, vivid———— Lord Fei Lengcui is just a Pig, isn't this Wosu Beamon purely looking for a cigarette!

"Boss, hurry into the bar. O'Neill and Rodman, the two psychopaths, are negotiating with others inside, and I don't think they will have to fight again. The centaur archer turned to the lord and said, the work on his hands did not stop for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, four more arrows were shot.

"Oh?" Liu Zhenzhen thought to himself, is there such a thing? I just had a fight with the prince, and immediately there were palace guards looking for trouble, this king is too unqualified, right? With this question in mind, Lao Liu kicked open the hinge door of the bar.

"My day!" Greeted by a burst of hot wind and noisy sound towards Liu Zhenzhen, who was already wearing a leather robe, Liu Zhenzhen, who was already wearing a leather robe, suddenly had a row of sweat beads the size of soybeans on his head, and fell to the ground into eight petals.

At this time, the four directions of the bar were full of people, and they were talking, and many of them were sacrifices, but almost all of them were wearing sky blue robes, and occasionally a few red-robed soul sacrifices were mixed in with them.

Duncan, the takin warrior, was holding a Gurk blade, reclining on the back of his chair, his feet propped up on a wooden post, and competing against a dartboard on the wall, the little giant Iverson sat on an oak wine barrel and asked Xiao Cui to help him pluck his white hair, and the two guys, Fat Luo and Ao Fat, sat at a long table-shaped bar table in the north, and the four palace guards in golden uniforms were foaming at the mouth, and three quills were inserted in the fat chest———— which was a symbol of scholars in the Kingdom of Beamon, and a goose feather on the chest represented the teacher, and two were inserted to represent the scholar, Inserting three sticks represents the big erection of the classics, and one more is a vendor who sells pens.

Master Ortega took his apprentice Messi and Elven mage Downing to sit at the bar in the distance, quietly drinking ale, watching the heated debate between the two sides.

The two praying mantis monks, Murphy and Owen, were also sitting at a table with Fat Luo and O'Neill, their heads bowed, and they were poking the table legs with their own serrated knives one by one.

Seeing that it was the Divine Comedy shaman who had returned, the priests all stopped talking, and those who continued to speak were pulled by their companions, realizing their gaffes, and as soon as they raised their heads, they immediately stood up reflexively, and the whole bar was suddenly silent, leaving only the noise of tables, chairs, and benches scratching on the floor.

In the entire bar, only Fat Luo and O'Neill were left with two loud voices still roaring.

Looking at the cramped and nervous expressions of these low-level sacrifices, Liu Zhenzhen had to admit that among Bimon, how sought after and worshiped for sacrifices, especially legendary sacrifices, were among the human world, and the human world also had an unusually fiery worship for the strong who were not afraid of violence, which also originated from the ancient tradition of Bimon.

The title of nobility is only a business card representing status, but the brave man is a monument to history, as the Mammoth clan was subdued on the snow-capped mountains of Temurraya, as it has been proven again.

"Good evening, my children." Liu Zhenzhen nodded to the surrounding sacrifices, took off his porcupine skin crown, handed it to a maid who greeted him, and squeezed his soft and boneless little hand, and rubbed a little oil and water.

"Your Majesty, although it is presumptuous, I am honored to see you again." The jagged voice, accompanied by a tone trembling with excitement, sounded intermittently around Liu's shock.

"Tomorrow is the festival of sacrifice, I personally invite everyone to have a glass of ale, drink it early and go back to bed." The face of the new Divine Comedy shaman shone with a kind of compassion that only a saint can have: "My child, although the ale is good, don't be greedy, it is only right to meet the test of your first stop in life." ”

"Your generosity can brighten up the midnight of Weiyang." Most of the priests' voices trembled even more, and the Divine Comedy shaman's dedication to his teachings made these rookies feel embarrassed———— if they knew that this Pig was a disgruntled keg, I don't know if they would think so.

O'Neill and Fei Luo saw the boss coming back, and waved their hands desperately, and the four palace guards who had turned their backs to Liu Zhenzhen also turned their heads together and looked at the Divine Comedy shaman who was pretending to be a ghost, their eyes were cold and condensed.

"Good evening, gentlemen." Liu Zhenzhen bent his right hand to his chest, nodded to the four palace guards with extraordinary bearing, and saw a Divine Comedy shaman take the initiative to greet him, and the expressions of several palace guards were still quiet, and they greeted Liu Zhenzhen without humility or arrogance.

Liu Zhenzhen only glanced at it, and vaguely guessed a little famous.

These four palace guards are all the same Green Hall Mantis Sword Saints, about thirty years old, all wearing a straight tweed officer uniform, wearing a salute sword, each with a hideous scar on their face, at a glance they know that they are battle-hardened warriors, and the blue ostrich tail fluttering on their military hats proves this, because it means that each of them is a "troll hunter".

"Boss, these four guys have to take Owen and Murphy away!" With a hint of schadenfreude, Fei Luo slanted towards several Green Hall officers, and the words of the Mammoth Sword Saint suddenly confirmed Liu Zhenzhen's original guess.

"Your Majesty Richard, you have come back just in time." A mantis sword saint with an eyepatch on his left eye took the initiative to introduce himself to Liu Zhenzhen: "I am Hiller, the chief instructor of the Imperial Guard Sword Technique of the Kingdom Guard, and these three Green Hall officers are all from the inner court like me. ”

"Is there anything I can do for you, Lord Shearer?" Liu Zhenzhen pretended to look at the one-eyed dragon and asked knowingly, this one-eyed mantis sword saint named Shearer is the only one among the four Green Hall Praetorian Guard officers who does not have the raised marks of the serrated broadsword on his arms, and he does not wear a symbolic salute sword on his waist, but a standard cavalry knife hangs on the left and right ribs———— the natural bone arm knife can fall off, representing the best sword saint in the Green Party clan, and the Xianglai Hiller officer claims to be the chief instructor of the Kingdom Praetorian Guard saber method, It's not like Liu Zhenzhen's self-proclaimed Heavenly King Sacrifice.